The Usual Suspects

The Usual Suspects is a 1995 film about a boat that has been destroyed, leaving criminals dead, and the key to this mystery lies with the only survivor and his twisted, convoluted story beginning with five career crooks in a seemingly random police lineup. Nah mean homie !

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What the cops never figured out, and what I know now, was that these men would never break, never lie down, never bend over for anybody. Anybody.

Back when I was picking beans in Guatemala, we used to make fresh coffee, right off the trees I mean. That was good. This is shit, but hey, I'm in a police station...

The greatest trick the Devil ever pulled was convincing the world he didn't exist.

Rephrasing of the phrase "the finest trick of the devil is to persuade you that he does not exist" by Charles Baudelaire

To a cop, the explanation is never that complicated. It's always simple. There's no mystery to the street, no arch criminal behind it all. If you got a dead body and you think his brother did it, you're gonna find out you're right.

What about it, Agent Kujan? If I told you the Loch Ness Monster blew up that boat, what would you say?

Keaton always said, "I don't believe in God, but I'm afraid of him." Well, I believe in God...and the only thing that scares me is Keyser Söze.

I'm smarter than you, and I'm going to find out what I want to know whether you like it or not.

You get NO immunity from me, you piece of shit! Every criminal I've put in prison, every cop that owes me a favor, every creep and scumbag that walks the streets for a living will know the name of Verbal Kint. Now you talk to me, or that precious immunity they seem so fit to grant you won't be worth the paper the contract put out on your life is printed on!

Get your rest, gentlemen. The boat will be ready for you on Friday. If I see you or any of your friends before then, Miss Finneran will find herself the victim of a most gruesome violation before she dies. As will your father, Mr. Hockney. And your Uncle Randall in Arizona, Mr. Kint. I might only castrate Mr. McManus's nephew, David. Do I make myself clear?

Hockney: Really? I live in Queens! Did you put that together yourself, Einstein? Got a team of monkeys working around the clock on this?

Cop: You know what happens if you do another turn in the joint?

Hockney: Uh... I fuck your father in the shower and then have a snack? Are you going to charge me, dickhead?

[after being strip-searched]

Fenster: I had a finger up my asshole tonight.

Hockney: Is it Friday already?

Keaton: His name is Verbal. Verbal Kint.

McManus: Verbal?

Keaton: Yeah.

Verbal: Roger, really. People say I talk too much.

Hockney: Yeah, I was just about to tell you to shut up.

Verbal: Can I have some coffee?

Dave Kujan: In a little while.

Verbal: I'm really thirsty. I used to get dehydrated as a kid. One time it got so bad my piss came out like snot. I'm not kidding, it was all thick and gooey...

Jeff Rabin: I'll get you your fuckin' coffee!

Smuggler: Will this get me to Staten Island?

[Hands over an envelope full of cash.]

Cop: You kidding? This'll get you to Cape Cod!

Cop: Do you know who I am? Do you people know who the fuck I am?

[Hockney takes his badge]

Hockney: We do now, jerk-off!

Keaton: A friend of mine in New York tells me you knew Spook Hollis.

Redfoot: The way I hear it, you did time with ol' Spook. Good man, wasn't he? I used to run dope for him. Too bad he got shivved.

Keaton: Yeah. [pause]I shivved him. Better you hear it from me now than from somebody else later.

Redfoot: Yeah, well, I appreciate that. Just out of curiousity, was it business or personal?

Keaton: A bit of both.

Verbal: Where's your head, Agent Kujan? Where do you think the pressure's coming from? Keyser Söze - or whatever you want to call him - he knows where I am right now! He's got the front burner under your ass to let me go so he can scoop me up 10 minutes later! Immunity was just a deal with you assholes. I got a whole new problem once I post bail.

Dave Kujan: So why play into his hands? We can protect you.

Verbal: Oh, gee, thanks, Dave. Bang-up job so far. Extortion, coercion. You'll pardon me if I ask you to kiss my pucker. The same fuckers that rounded us up and sank us into this mess are gonna bail me out? Fuck you. You think you can catch Keyser Söze? You think a guy like that comes this close to getting caught and sticks his head out? If he comes up for anything, it will be to get rid of me. After that...my guess is you'll never hear from him again.

[Kobayashi has killed Fenster]

McManus: Now it's payback!

Keaton: It's not payback! It's precaution. You want payback? You wanna run? I don't care! I'm not doing this for Fenster, I'm not doing it for you... I'm doing it for me. I'm gonna finish this thing. This Kobayashi bastard is not gonna stand on me!

Kujan: You had a gun, then why didn't you help him? He was your friend!

Verbal: Because I was afraid, okay? I was afraid.

Kujan: Afraid of what?

Verbal: It was Keyser Söze, Agent Kujan! The Devil himself! How do you shoot the Devil in the back? [pause, holds up his crippled hand] What if you miss?

[Kujan has just theorized that Keaton is Keyser Söze]

Kujan': It was his idea to rob the taxi service back in New York, wasn't it? C'mon, tell me the truth.

Verbal: [sobbing] It was all Keaton! We followed him from the beginning! I didn't know! I saw him die! I believe he's dead, oh Christ!

Kujan: You're not safe on your own.

Verbal: Do...do you really think he was...

Kujan: Keyser Söze? I don't know, Verbal. Keyser Söze's a shield, or, like you said, a spook story. But I know Keaton, and someone is out there pulling strings for you. Stay here and let us protect you.